Memoirs Quotes

“After further teasing, she made a slight wiggle of the hips; she was undoubtedly enjoying his attentions.”
― Charles Dyson, A Decade of Desire: Erotic Memoirs from The Office Diaries

“As the working day came to a close, I could only think of the prospect ahead. My mind raced, and my pulse quickened.”
― Charles Dyson, A Decade of Desire: Erotic Memoirs from The Office Diaries

“She walked into the room, her hips swaying, a tiny smile playing around her lips.”
― Charles Dyson, A Decade of Desire: Erotic Memoirs from The Office Diaries

“Just as life has no quick fix; transformation lacks a flick-switch approach as well. Investing in a better version of yourself will take time but pay you rich dividends as well.”
― Kelly Markey, Don't Just Fly, SOAR: The Inspiration and tools you need to rise above adversity and create a life by design

“If a mere mortal like me can turn every predicament of life into a testimony of courage; then you can tap into the same power. All you have to do is find that flame and fan it to burn brighter than the force that tries to smother it.”
― Kelly Markey, Don't Just Fly, SOAR: The Inspiration and tools you need to rise above adversity and create a life by design

“Every dish I cooked exhumed a memory. Every scent and taste brought me back for a moment to an unravaged home. Knife-cut noodles in chicken broth took me back to lunch at Myeondong Gyoja after an afternoon of shopping, the line so long it filled a flight of stairs, extended out the door, and wrapped around the building. The kalguksu so dense from the rich beef stock and starchy noodles it was nearly gelatinous. My mother ordering more and more refills of their famously garlic-heavy kimchi. My aunt scolding her for blowing her nose in public.
Crispy Korean fried chicken conjured bachelor nights with Eunmi. Licking oil from our fingers as we chewed on the crispy skin, cleansing our palates with draft beer and white radish cubes as she helped me with my Korean homework. Black-bean noodles summoned Halmoni slurping jjajangmyeon takeout, huddled around a low table in the living room with the rest of my Korean family.
I drained an entire bottle of oil into my Dutch oven and deep-fried pork cutlets dredged in flour, egg, and panko for tonkatsu, a Japanese dish my mother used to pack in my lunch boxes. I spent hours squeezing the water from boiled bean sprouts and tofu and spooning filling into soft, thin dumpling skins, pinching the tops closed, each one slightly closer to one of Maangchi's perfectly uniform mandu.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

“Memories fill my mind, as though they are my own, of not just events from Gideon's life, but of various flavors and textures: breast milk running easily down into my stomach, chicken cooked with butter and parsley, split peas and runner beans and butter beans, and oranges and peaches, strawberries freshly picked from the plant; hot, strong coffees each morning; pasta and walnuts and bread and brie; then something sweet: a pan cotta, with rose and saffron, and a white wine: tannin, soil, stone fruits, white blossom; and---oh my god---ramen, soba, udon, topped with nori and sesame seeds; miso with tofu and spring onions, fugu and tuna sashimi dipped in soy sauce, onigiri with a soured plum stuffed in the middle; and then something I don't know, something unfamiliar but at the same time deeply familiar, something I didn't realize I craved: crispy ground lamb, thick, broken noodles, chili oil, fragrant rice cooked in coconut milk, tamarind... and then a bright green dessert---the sweet, floral flavor of pandan fills my mouth.”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“I had now also got to deal with the fate of my horses and my dogs... In the end I decided to give them to my friends.

I rode in to Nairobi on my favourite horse, Rouge, going very slowly and looking round to the North, and the South. It was a very strange thing to Rouge, I thought, to be going in by the Nairobi road, and not to be coming back. I installed him, with some trouble, in the horse-van of the Naivasha train, I stood in the van and felt, for the last time, his silky muzzle against my hands and my face. I will not let thee go, Rouge, except thou bless me. We had found together the riding-path down to the river amongst the Native shambas and huts, on the steep slippery descent he had walked as nimbly as a mule, and in the brown running river-water I had seen my own head and his close together. May you now, in a valley of clouds, eat carnations to the right and stock to the left.”
― Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen), Out of Africa

“The strays beyond the railroad are barking, which means something, a rabbit or possum, has just slipped out of its life and into the world.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“The air in Africa is more significant in the landscape than in Europe, it is filled with loomings and mirages, and is in a way the real stage of activities. In the heat of the midday the air oscillates and vibrates like the string of a violin, lifts up long layers of grass-land with thorn-trees and hills on it, and creates vast silvery expanses of water in the dry grass.”
― Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen)

“They sat together talking about nothing, though every word would become etched in her mind forever.”
― Barbara Godin

“America needs to know this story because our Constitution is being attacked, our freedom threatened, innocent people are being framed and murdered, and the outlaw motorcycle club culture is on the verge of extinction.” – Jeff “Twitch” Burns, Patriot Gangster: Volume 1, Evolution of an Outlaw”
― Jeff "Twitch" Burns, Patriot Gangster: My Experience As One Of The Most Influential Outlaw Motorcycle Club Members In American History. Volume 2: The Enforcer

“... then came a period when nothing soothed me ... there was no balm in the festive herbal splendor of my kitchen, no balm in the exhaustive evening showers before and after the Brooklyn Bridge excursion ... the waking hours weighted themselves between my legs, and there was no relief in sight .. I took to the reading of memoirs ... it was one of my finer moments when I discovered that no human life escapes the tribulation of solitude ...”
― Kathleen Collins, Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?

“I even miraculously avoided getting a tramp stamp.”
― Sarah Esterly, Stalker Sarah & Trophy Tommy's Crazy Country Summer: An Insane 90s Teen Romance, F**ked Up Woman's Survival Story, and Letter to a Long-Lost Friend

“Có lẽ phép thử lớn nhất của tình yêu nằm ở cách chúng ta hành động trong những lúc cần nhau nhất.”
― Suleika Jaouad, Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of a Life Interrupted

“Nỗi thương tiếc là một bóng ma ghé thăm bất ngờ. Nó đến vào ban đêm và xé toạc bạn khỏi giấc ngủ. Nó găm kín lồng ngực bạn bằng những mảnh thuỷ tinh sắc nhọn. Nó xen vào giữa tiếng cười của bạn khi bạn đang ở một bữa tiệc để trừng phạt bạn vì đã quên nó đi dù chỉ trong một tích tắc. Nó ám ảnh cho đến khi trở thành một phần của bạn, phủ bóng lên bạn trong từng hơi thở.”
― Suleika Jaouad, Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of a Life Interrupted

“Your pictures ensure that they have some happy memories, even if they're manufactured from photographs and not actual memories. It's really the only thing that lasts forever from any wedding."
"Well, that's true, I guess." He turned those inquisitive brown eyes my way. "Does it make me a jerk, though, that I don't really care about the ones I shoot?"
"Ha! There's the Griffin I know. What exactly do you mean?"
"Like, all I can think about when I'm working weddings with Val is how wasteful they are. The amount of time and money spent by the clients we both work for is insane. So much so that the focus is often lost on what the wedding is really about---the couple.”
― Mary Hollis Huddleston, Without a Hitch

“The storms don't last forever, they can't and they won't. It's not how the atmosphere works and it's not how life works.”
― Ginger Zee, A Little Closer to Home: How I Found the Calm After the Storm

“I had to find love & inner peace to embrace my story”
― Kimberly Anne Bell, The Epitome of Kimmy: Accept & Embrace It All

“Each chapter allowed me to break my silence, gain confidence & fight for my truth”
― Kimberly Anne Bell, The Epitome of Kimmy: Accept & Embrace It All

“They're nothing but dead men making trouble.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, The General in His Labyrinth

“Misguided was the direction that never seemed to get me lost."
John Reger, One with the Road”
― John Reger

“The world doesn't need more people confining themselves into ever-shrinking containers of what's acceptable, pulling their raw edges in tighter to take up less space. People have these strange rules they create for each other, where they feel everyone must think and feel and act the same way they do. It's scary, letting your freak flag fly, letting the vibrant colors of your soul show in a world that encourages gray conformity. And when you do, some people will absolutely mock you. They will question you and dismiss you and discourage you and even berate and belittle you, your choices somehow a threat to their life even when they in no way affect it.

But some other people, the ones who have niches in their soul that align with yours, won't. Those people will see the streaks of color, those unfurled edges of your personality, and it will encourage them to show and embrace their own. And little by little, this world will become a more beautiful and colorful place, one filled with people running after their dreams, alive with possibility and no longer afraid.”
― Tawny McVay, Since We Woke Up

“By this time, we had all slung so many words at each other. (62)”
― Linda Murphy Marshall, Ivy Lodge: A Memoir of Translation and Discovery

“My goal consisted of trying not to anger her—or anyone… (73)”
― Linda Murphy Marshall, Ivy Lodge: A Memoir of Translation and Discovery

“I was disappointed in my doctor for not mentioning how psychologically strenuous bed rest would be. It’s a fact of life that people miscarry. But like bed rest itself, it doesn’t seem to hold a lot of weight out there in the world.”
― Aileen Weintraub, Knocked Down: A High-Risk Memoir

“The pilot says, “Get ready to jump. I’m not really going to set clear down on the ground. Once you’re out, grab your gear and take cover.” Then he radios that he’s coming in and makes a fast descent to the airstrip.”
― Dennis R Bourret, From Saigon to Katum: Two Exchanges of War

“As he expected, by nightfall those same four soldiers came back. They tied his hands behind his back, dragged him out, kicking and punching him while swearing continuously. My dad didn't fall as he tried to stand on his feet, his mouth shut, his eyes wide open as he took the beating. They dragged him away in the dark. My whole family cried but me, I swallowed my tears. I saw the man in my dad, I felt what he felt. I decided to do what he had done when I grow up.”
― Sam Huynh, From Saigon to Katum: Two Exchanges of War

“The bad thing is, that I will always be within 30 feet of every round fired by the closest gun. This is just what a professional violist wants to do to further his career”
― Dennis Bourret

“We were alive without a scratch, but mud was all over us. We hugged one another and cried a while, then looked up and around; our shed and the ducks were gone”
― Sam Huynh, From Saigon to Katum: Two Exchanges of War